"My dear cousin, how are you?
Now, don't stand laughing there like a great gaby, but come and shake hands.

What on earth do you see to laugh at in me ?" "Nothing, my cousin Poll, nothing," he replied.

"You know that is my way of expressing approval.

And you look so pretty standing there in the shade, that I would break any man's neck who didn't applaud.

Shake hands, says you, I'll shake hands with a vengeance." So saying, he caught her in his arms, and covered her face with kisses.
"You audacious," she exclaimed, when she writhed herself free.